A/ N - Hey people! This story was published a while ago on BScentral, but it was lost (boohoo) when they closed down. I have decided to write it again as best as I can remember but it will be slightly different I guess. Thanks for reading guys! And Review! Review! Review! (Please?) Disclaimer - stories mine but that's it. Everything else is Joss'

1 - First glimpses.

Rupert Giles was glad of his son's help as he tried to open the heavy, ornate wooden doors of the Sunnydale Gallery. Having got off the plane from London less than two hours ago, Giles was working on about half strength and for once was immensely glad for his son's seemingly endless energy supply. He stumbled through the door as it opened and looked at the mischievous grin on William's face as he held the door open.

"Don't say a word, Will" Giles straightened up and continued walking down the corridor towards the woman he could see making her way towards them from a large room at the end. He jumped out of his skin when the door banged shut behind him, seeming to shake the whole building. He stopped and glared at his son, "William! We're trying to make a good impression here!"

"Sorry!" he grinned sheepishly at his father, gesturing with his head that the smartly dressed woman descending on them had almost reached them. Giles turned round to face her.

"Hello, I'm guessing you would be Rupert Giles", she smiled pleasantly at him, and held out her hand; "I'm Joyce Summers."

Giles grasped her hand warmly and grinned at her, "Very pleased to meet you. Please call me Giles, Mrs Summers, everybody does. Oh and this is my son William."

"Spike, Mrs Summers. A pleasure", Spike bent and kissed her hand, flashing her his most charming smile. She smiled back at him.

"Please, call me Joyce, both of you. Follow me gentlemen, and we'll get you a seat and some coffee, I'm sure you need it."

"Sounds wonderful, thank you" They began to walk back the way Joyce had come, both men having a good look around them, and Spike chatting happily with Joyce. Suddenly Giles remembered something he had meant to say earlier.

"Oh, Mrs Summers, sorry, Joyce, thank you so much for having us picked up at the airport, it was much appreciated." She waved a hand in dismissal of his thanks.

"It was no problem, really. All part of the service, besides we want to keep you around for a while!" Giles went a shade redder at Joyce's statement, but he knew what she meant, and how much he was needed. She spoke again. "Your suitcases and things will be at your new house when you arrive, and I took the liberty of furnishing the house for you, but anything you don't like we can change."

Joyce and Giles continued their conversation as they entered her office and sat at her desk, while Spike excused himself and decided to take a look around. As he wandered around the gallery he thought about his current situation. He hadn't originally wanted to come to California with his dad, knowing how much he would miss his life at home, but he also knew how much he would miss his dad if he didn't go, having been brought up by only him since he was four years old. While he didn't plan to live with his dad forever, he didn't really want to live on the other side of the world either, and he knew how much his dad wanted this new job, and a new start. All this, together with the lack of commitments he had in London, and his decision was made easily. He sighed and stretched his arms above his head, arching his back in an attempt to get some life back into his limbs, for the first time realising how tired his entire body was.

Guess it's time to go get the old man and see about checking out our new abode, he thought, turning to head back to get his dad. Except as he tried to leave the room he was in he smacked hard into someone coming in the way and sent a blonde bundle flying onto its butt.

"Oh I'm sorry pet, I didn't see you. Dunno where my mind was". He pulled her to her feet and she brushed herself off, and finally looked up at him. He felt like he had been slapped as he looked at the most beautiful face he had ever seen, but quickly recovered and gave her his patented sexy grin. "Name's, William pet, but you can call me Spike."

Buffy stared into the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen, and tried to keep her knees steady as he grinned at her. Oh God, try to be normal Buffy, she told herself, please try and keep freak Buffy hidden for a few minutes. Yeah, like that's gonna happen while you're talking to yourself inside your head! Oops, he's looking at you funny Buff, better say something. "Hi, I'm Buffy. Buffy Summers." She smiled back at him prettily.

"Nice to meet you luv. Wait, you don't happen to be related to Joyce Summers do you?"

"Yep, she's my mom. Just heading to see her just now, how do you know her?" "Oh, I'm Rupert Giles' son", she looked at him blankly. "You know, the new assistant manager? From London?"

"Oh sure, sorry. I've been kinda busy lately so I tend to zone out when my mom's taking to me sometimes." He laughed, and she had trouble keeping her knees steady again.

"Well Buffy, I'm on my way to get my dad, so perhaps you'd allow me to accompany you to your mum's office pet?" He gazed into her beautiful hazel eyes.

"Um, sure. Let's go."

Spike held the doors open on their way back to the office, the perfect gentleman. Albeit the perfect gentleman who every now and then and a perfect view of her tight little backside! He was starting to think that he had definitely made the right decision in coming to California after all.